Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
And'll go for the

Ready to when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he
Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from to side
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin'
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit light
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I suggest run from it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These don't know what's real out here
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You booty to shapey, take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me this clip up
pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth burn you out

Tell bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out shit, sound like my shit

You gon' me pull a all nighter
Standin' in of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)